Before: Scrap-on-sight protocols evidently in effect - girls immediately lunging for each other whenever they can get separation from respective handlers. Hair constantly disheveled; tops usually rumpled/torn...it's prefight hype 101 from a couple of masters of the art. "It happens to every fighter as they get old," Cassie grins at podium, hammering home her favourite point, "first they can't handle speed - and we've seen that with Mish against Vanessa. They get hit more, and harder, and they can't take the punishment; they start shying away, getting reluctant in the ring...I've seen all of this in Mishy's game. I have to be careful about getting cornered by her, but other than that? The rest of the ring is mine, and Mish? Putty in my hands. PUTTY!"

Williams scowling throughout Cassie's diatribe: Scerbo working on Mishy's last nerve like a champ. "This one's the yappiest, the most obnoxious, the least talented of the bunch," Mish declares in rebuttal. "If she hadn't - somehow - stopped Panny about a hundred years ago, she wouldn't even be on the depth chart, but so be it. She talks the same talk all these brats do: Mishy's slowing down; Mishy's hittable; it's time to take Mishy...well, all that's going to come back on her double in this fight. Hudgens was a blip, not a blueprint: if Cassie thinks she's going to work that miracle all over again, she's even dumber than she looks."

Cassie in black lace push up; low-rise boy leg pink velvet shorts; small black mitts; hair in blonde tangly curls. Mishy in zebra print bikini with twist-tied top; small black gloves. During staredown, Cassie raises her eyebrows, making a show of staring hungrily at Mishy's jugs: Mish scowls, makes a show of tightening that top knot with small-glove dexterity. Stare down...girls glaring it up...suddenly Cassie blurts: "YOU'RE LOW-HANGING FRUIT, MISH!" Ref forced to intervene as hot-cheeked Mishy answers swinging.

During R1: Cassie welcomes Mish to midring with tummy-pasting lather right/left/right, following by hup-hup barrage of uppercuts to jug, leaving Williams spellbound at the open. Cassie jitterbugging clockwise, darting in and out: clever fists seeking out Mishy's face and breasts as Williams shows back of right hand at forehead; back of left hand against right elbow, trying to push forward. Second minute - Cassie lathering Mishy's guts, stepping away all cocky...Mish steps with in crouch, leaps for Cassie's chin via swinging hook and DOWN GOES SCERBO! Cassie clipped as she's backpedalling...she scoots to her rear, blinking and startled, hands behind her for balance as Mish glares down. Scerbo up quickly, back out to battle: digging scrum of blonde heads in close, shoulders rolling into hup-hup-hup pumping - both fighters crowding close, working hard to bell. Ref forced to edge in as brawling blondes want to keep digging; high spirits, blazing eyes all around through 1.

R2: Scerbo jitterbugging in and out a few times before committing, then hup-hup-hup rising lefts and rights to rack, lighting MIshy up. Mish grumpy from jug-muggage, but not backing off...she wades forward with right hand across her breasts, lifting left uppercuts/hauling across hooks on approach. Cassie bails against pressure, circling the ring, keeping her back off ropes: Mishy patiently being the aggressor here, stalking Scerbo, out-hitting her in the sporadic exchanges.

R3: Another minute of stalking pressure for Mishy before she walks into a TART left uppercut to chin, followed by swishing left/rights across the face, driving her ropeside. SCERBO LIGHTS UP JUG! Hudgens and other flyweights leaping to their feet in support...Cassie in a chugging frenzy - shoulders rolling hup-hup-hup left/right uppercuts to jug, BUNCHING UP MISHY-MEAT! Williams aghast, getting her top-knot tested, OH how Cassie's committing. Williams eventually able to tie up head-and-shoulders...Cassie driving forward with trim legs, keeps Mishy ropebound. Digging to Michelle's belly ensues as she's got arms wrapped around Cassie's head: Scerbo pumping; Mishy's lips pursed, eyes frowning shut as she takes. Ref issues break - Cassie stays aggressive, hounding Mish along ropes with swinging right across pate, followed by brace of hooks. Williams pasted and scoured...curvy legs hold her up as Scerbo hustles for points through 3.

R4: Mishy stalking, pawing jabs from the crouch, taking canvas. Scerbo outside, jitterbugging seeking angles. Knock-jab to pate startles Cassie: swift right hand chops across her chin...Mishy able to rush in, scoop Cassie up under her arms, body her rough to ropes. Pumping burst to trunks jumps Cassie's buns into ropes, bunching her forward "GOHHH!" Mishy stacking, pushing brawny, then thumping hooks to waist. Cassie in trouble, teeth bared, trying to squirm out from under: Mishy reaching in to body up after getting off thick - always smothering to reset after punching. Cassie smeared along ropes, suffering...Middle minute, Mish in strong position off Cassie's right hip, sliding left arm under Cassie's right to establish wrap. PUMPING RIGHT HANDS, MISH WILLIAMS! Cassie in shock - left hip on ropes as she takes plowing licks to breadbasket then it's PAYBACK TO RACK, MISH-WILLIAMS STYLE! Hudgens standing, fists in her hair as she's shouting "NOOO!" Mishy PUMPING righty into Scerbo's rack while holding her against ropes in vulnerable position. POOR CASSIE! Splendid little vixen can't get out of there...Mishy just bunching up the rack meat, shoving home right hands from in-close. Mishy's face, her lips, close to Cassie's cheek, exhaling hot, grunting exhaust into Scerbo's face...CASSIE'S GOING OUT! Mishy's got her propped up and taking, so no reason to stop - OH SHE'S POURING IT TO CASSIE! Ref FINALLY steps in, pulling Mish off her mound-pounding bag aka Cassie Scerbo...Williams storming around the ring, making title-belt gesture on her waist, loving her strong performance tonight. TKO4 Mish Williams as Cassie weeps tears of the ass-kicked into the official's chest.

After: Rough hands separate Scerbo from protective official as Natalie, Mila, Claire and Eliza help Cassie to a better position in the HISC corner. Cassie pouting, sniveling, tummy trembling as Mish advances to front up hands-on-hips.
Mish: "Tummy or jug, Cassie?"
Cassie: "Huh...wha'...?"
Mish: "Tummy or jug: choose."
Cassie: (blurting out don't-hurt-me tears).
Mish: "Dealer's choice then."

Mish lunges for Cassie, pulling her face roughly down into pink and throbbing tits - tits that Scerbo had laid claim to not so many minutes ago. Mishy wraps left arm around head; left hand secures the Williams' right bicep; right hand cups against damp blonde Scerbo-locks. Mishy's right leg back, bunching up right power-buttock as she pushes Cassie into turnbuckles, making her take weight and jug both.

Cassie: hands on Mishy's bossy hips, pushing weak.

Mish: Face stern, staring into crowd over Scerbo's scalp; arms winding in strong to cinch up ever tighter.

Mish: with left arm still snug, she momentarily frees up her right arm, using it to pump workmanlike punches into Cassie's tummy, then re-cinching the hold extra-snug.

Eliza slips fingers into the hold, murmuring: "That's really snug."

Mishy: "What's your point?"

'Nessa tweets; "Scerbo's a sham; Now Mishy thinks she's Gr8!"

Brenda Song tweets: "I h8 this. H8 MISHY!"

Tisdale tweets: "Mishy's jugs stopped Cassie's jugs. Now Mishy's taking."

Mishy pours it on...pours it on...then she fits that left hip into Cassie's tummy, judo-tossing the still-smothering Cassie in a tight bundle to canvas! Mishy throws her left leg over Cassie, securing mount, then she pushes forward off her knees, REALLY giving jug to Cassie Scerbo. Finally, it's Eliza and Claire who actually pull at Mishy's hips and shoulders, trying to extricate her...Williams furious, just determined to pour extra onto Cassie.

Scerbo: clammy-faced; mouth open; eyes shut in jug-shock.

Mishy: snarling down, held by Claire and Eliza on either arm...if not for them, Mishy'd be going back in for more Cassie!